C344 Complex mood

She had said that she would bring it with her and not throw it away, but it had only been a few days and she had just thrown it out. She was originally going to go in, but due to a few words from the wall, she had no reason to take another step.

She said, "I don't care."

"Don't you care?"

Dong Fengpo's right hand held the wooden sculpture tightly. Crack! The wooden sculpture was snapped into two pieces, just like his heart, with a cracking sound. Suddenly, Dong Fengpo laughed. His laughter made one's hair stand on end, and it took a long time before one could squeeze out a few words, "How laughable. I actually thought that you had already fallen in love with me.

After saying that, Dong Fengpo raised his head and waved his sleeve to push away the broken wooden sculpture on the table, and stared fixedly at the copper mirror. A pleasant scene appeared in his mind: snowflakes flying, a man in white, a woman in green.

She looked at the snowman that was piled up with snow and smiled sweetly. Her lips were red and white, and her cheeks were dizzy. He thought foolishly that she was only angry at him for throwing out the wooden sculpture he gave her, but he was wrong. She didn't look as haggard or listless as he did, she was still the energetic one, and without him, she could still chat and laugh with other men, act as if no one else was around, act coquettishly and teasingly, making fun of him, he saw all of that and kept it in his heart.

He wanted to rush over and grab her and ask if she had ever liked him, wanted to rush over and grab her by the neck and ask why she didn't feel bad at all, didn't feel guilty?

He did not go, but just helplessly watched as she pulled Yao Yihang away and happily entered the house. He watched without even blinking his eyes, hoping to see a trace of her sadness, but unfortunately, he did not.

He didn't even know what kind of complicated feelings he had as he walked back in. If he still had a sliver of hope when he came out of this door, then when he returned to this door, he would already be riddled with scars. Perhaps there was still a trace of it hidden in his broken heart. But now, he was in deep despair, unable to see the wrong person, and liked to see the wrong person's vexation and hatred.

Gritting his teeth, he tried to wipe away the stabbing pain of happiness that he felt in his mind. A red glint appeared in his eyes. If he had not tried his best to suppress her, he would have rushed over to kill her with his saber. He clenched his fists tightly as he saw the veins on the back of his hand clearly and frighteningly. Dong Fengpo retracted his gaze, and glanced at the eyebrow pencil placed horizontally on the table out of the corner of his eyes.

His eyes opened once again, his right hand moved to grab the eyebrow pencil in front of the mirror, as if he was looking at it attentively, but his eyes clearly didn't have any focus. After an unknown period of time, he was stunned for a long time. As the sky outside gradually darkened, he spoke with a heavy and lifeless tone.

"So, I am only your eyebrow pencil. It is the same whether you have me or not. You can throw me away just like how you throw away other eyebrow brushes. Slut! "Slut!"

The last two words were shouted with his life on the line, and even the guards outside couldn't help but shiver. Even in such a cold weather, their foreheads were sweating profusely.

Only after a long time did he finally suppress the dense killing intent that was gushing out from his entire body. Very quickly, his black clothes were stained with dark red blood, but on the other hand, Dong Fengpo was laughing until the corners of his eyes were filled with tears, "Master, so you can also calculate wrong, you can also calculate wrong, hehe. Girl, I don't care about you, I don't care about you! "Haha!" Blood stained his arm and face, his laughing and crying face, no matter how you looked at it, was filled with a strange sense of danger.

Seeing the blood dripping onto the ground drop by drop, Dong Fengpo's eyes were filled with grief. Why did he still think of her at this moment? The stabbing pain on his wound had cleared his mind, and he covered his arms as he stepped out of the room, even feeling a little vengeful.

Under the candlelight, a kitchen maid appeared in Dong Fengpo's study and respectfully lowered his hand to stand still. This kitchen maid was Dong Fengpo's personal guard, she had the identity of a kitchen maid. He had always kept the female guards safe in various parts of the Qitian Country, and the role of the female guards was usually to gather information, and it was also related to the military. Very few of them had very good martial arts, but this kitchen maid in front of him had no martial arts skills at all.

"What orders does Master have?"

Dong Fengpo's eyes were filled with grief: Do I really have to do that? Looking at the paper covered in his blood, he couldn't help but clench his teeth. Even if it was her, he couldn't betray him. He threw a red wooden token onto the ground. This wooden token was not rare, what was rare was that this wooden token was stained with blood. It conveyed a blood oath, a mission that he had to accomplish even at the cost of his life.

kitchen maid bent down to pick up the wooden tablet on the ground, and glanced at the back of it. Her expression shook, and one could see the disbelief in her eyes, but as a female guard, she understood that master's order was an order, and it was impossible for it to exist, so it was reasonable.

"Yes."

He retreated out of the study.

"Snap!" "Miss, I've brought you a midnight snack."

"Come in!"

Yao Sisi's voice came from inside the house. kitchen maid pushed the door and entered, placing the tray on the table. Seeing Yao Sisi playing with a pup dog, he said, "Miss, quickly eat, it won't taste good when it's cold."

"Mrs Zhang, why don't you stay for a while when you go home to see your son?"

Yao Sisi curiously asked, walking towards the table, looking at the green spinach dumplings in the bowl, his eyes gleaming. kitchen maid also laughed, "Young master treats me quite well, and young master rarely comes back, furthermore this is young miss's first time here, I hope to take this opportunity to repay young master's kindness, son will have time to see it in the future. Miss, be careful with the heat. There's still a lot of food in the kitchen. "

Yao Sisi's appetite was stirred, he moved the bowl over, holding the spoon in his hand, he scooped up a dumpling and placed it next to his mouth and enjoyed smelling it, then took a bite in anticipation and praised: "Delicious, Mrs Zhang's cooking skills are indeed not bad."

kitchen maid's Mother Zhang acted as if she was flattered and said, "There, young miss Miao Zhen."

"Mmm, it really is delicious."

Yao Sisi stuffed the last dumpling into her mouth, held the bowl and handed it to Zhang Ma, "Give me another bowl."

kitchen maid was stunned for a moment. Seeing Yao Sisi happily eating, a glint quickly flashed across his eyes and he quickly said emotionally, "Alright. Miss, just you wait! "

That night, Yao Sisi finished eating two bowls of dumplings and lied down on the bed. However, when she fell asleep, she felt that her heart was uncomfortable, so she did not mind, and thought that she had just eaten too fast, and fell into a deep sleep.

In the Marshal's study, Dong Fengpo looked at the book on the table with the lamp held, but his mind was no longer on it. He was anxious and kept glancing at the door, and after the time it took for an incense stick to burn, he moved, impatiently throwing the book aside. "No, how can I do such a despicable thing, no!"